(is he dreaming?)
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Floating. Is he? He doesn't know. All he knows is that it is dark.
So dark.
He sees…a light. He watches as it comes closer…and speaks, its voice light and ethereal.
"Do you want to be free?" It whispers.
YES! he cries, and he cries it with his entire being. He wants to leave this place, this prison, because he can feel the darkness, as if it was sucking at his very soul.
"Then come…" It whispers again, then leaves. He tries to follow.
He cannot.
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(lies)
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It lied.
He wails at the darkness, beats at the invisible walls of his prison-but he cannot escape. He is stuck in this hell where he cannot even feel the tears (is that what they are?) track down his face.
Eons seem to pass.
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(he is lost in time)
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The light comes back.
He lashes out-but he stops when the light whispers "I can help you."
The light leaves, but this time he can follow. So he does.
The darkness gradually fades, to be replaced by a gray world. He can hear shrieks and howls of pain in the hazy distance. He shivers.
The light turns to him.
"This is your world now," It whispers. "A world of dreams."
"Goodbye…Darkrai."
It disappears-and he is left in this world of dreams.
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(more like nightmares)